God Helps

A Akhtar Jawad
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She was stranded on the green belt, between two busy roads, carrying the consequence of love, in the busy morning hours, she looked in pain, and he was not there, to help her in crossing the road, pleasure is shared by both, but pain is only for female, I was there to drop my granddaughter to school, I was also stranded on the green belt, and so was my six years old granddaughter, the wild traffic near the boundary walls, of a school was unconcerned. In the morning hours six wheelers are not allowed, on Abul Hassan Ispahani Road, linking super highway with the National Highway of Karachi, still trucks of sand and gravel were wildly running on a road, that has so many schools at it, the currency note having picture of the founder of Pakistan, is the real power, powerful even more than army and rangers. I knew my God will help the stranded persons and the animals, but how and when I didn’t know. Sudden a car hit another from the rear, a quarrel started on the road, the stranded helpless creatures got an opportunity, to cross the road, my granddaughter entered the school, and she went in flower plants with the boundary wall of school, and I saw she gave birth to two lovely kittens.

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